Answer:
Sheets of paper that tell new stories each day.
You might accuse someone living with a stolen identity of being this.
I'm a ring of sliced onion dipped in batter and then deep fried.
I have a ring, but no hands. I used to be plugged into the wall but now I follow you every where. What am I?
Ch side by side, you are inside.
If itβs information you seek, come and see me. If itβs pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?